December 10.
These are among the finest days in the year, on account of the wholesome bracing coolness and clearness.
Paddled Cheney’s boat up Assabet.
Passed in some places between shooting ice-crystals, extending from both sides of the stream. Upon the thinnest black ice-crystals, just cemented, was the appearance of broad fern leaves, or ostrich-plumes, or flat fir trees with branches bent down. The surface was far from even, rather in sharp-edged plaits or folds. The form of the crystals was oftenest that of low, flattish, three-sided pyramids; when the base was very broad the apex was imperfect, with many irregular rosettes of small and perfect pyramids, the largest with bases equal to two or three inches. All this appeared to advantage only while the ice (one twelfth of an inch thick, perhaps) rested on the black water.
What I write about at home I understand so well, comparatively! and I write with such repose and freedom from exaggeration.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 10, 1853
These are among the finest days in the year, on account of the wholesome bracing coolness and clearness.
Paddled Cheney’s boat up Assabet.
Passed in some places between shooting ice-crystals, extending from both sides of the stream. Upon the thinnest black ice-crystals, just cemented, was the appearance of broad fern leaves, or ostrich-plumes, or flat fir trees with branches bent down. The surface was far from even, rather in sharp-edged plaits or folds. The form of the crystals was oftenest that of low, flattish, three-sided pyramids; when the base was very broad the apex was imperfect, with many irregular rosettes of small and perfect pyramids, the largest with bases equal to two or three inches. All this appeared to advantage only while the ice (one twelfth of an inch thick, perhaps) rested on the black water.
What I write about at home I understand so well, comparatively! and I write with such repose and freedom from exaggeration.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 10, 1853
These are among the finest days in the year, on account of the wholesome bracing coolness and clearness. See December 10, 1856 ("A fine, clear, cold winter morning, . . . a warm, clear, glorious winter day."); December 21, 1854 (“We are tempted to call these the finest days of the year.”; October 10, 1857 (" The sixth day of glorious weather, which I am tempted to call the finest in the year. "); October 10, 1856 ("These are the finest days in the year, Indian summer.” ); September 18, 1858 ("It is a wonderful day."); September 18, 1860 ("If you are not happy to-day you will hardly be so to-morrow.”); August 19, 1853 (“A glorious and ever-memorable day.”); July 22, 1851 ("These are our fairest days, which are born in a fog."); May 21, 1854 (“the finest days of the year, days long enough and fair enough for the worthiest deeds.”); May 18, 1852 (The world can never be more beautiful than now”); May 5, 1852 ("Every part of the world is beautiful today.”). See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The world can never be more beautiful than now.
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